I leave a package of smoked Andouille sausages on the side in the kitchen, hoping to extract one, once defrosted, in order to flavor a bean and leek stew. And then I come back, and find Moth sitting in proprietorial fashion on a folded tea towel, as though she's just caught them, and is guarding her prey.
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